San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-04-16

/ graph or two OF Percival over the man
/ tclpiece, and the windows were closed
imlced there was hc thought, changed
ami graver look about the Ir'tty Cd r,0'u
which he remembered with iluttrriuc cur
| taius swelling in the spring hrrCzcs, aud
with flowers OVERLOOKING its jars and
bowls; but the change might have struck
him the more because Sibyl was not at
home.
ADO you think I might go and meet
Miss Kennedy, Lady Amal" he suggest.
ed presently, coloring. And Lady Anna
with smile told him in what direction to
turn.
He went out; dead leaves were already
drifting across the pretty smooth -shaven
lawn, and only few late roses fingered
on the bushes. A little wailing wind be-
gan 10 blow. He struck across the fields
to the village, looking eagerly at every
turn for the girlish shape and springing
gait of Sibyl. Once he thought he saw
her old hat with the blue ribbons in front
of him; but he found. when he came up
TO it, that it was much smarter one, and
covered a much palmer face.
BY that time he had walked halfway
up the High Street Of the little village,
and still he had not met Miss Kennedy
A young lady was coming out Of one Of a
row Of modest green shattered cottages
that stood little back from the street,
young lady that was neatly dressed in
brown cashmere and carrying roll of
music in her hand. Mark stood aside on
the narrow pavement to let her pass; and
then as he caught n glimpse of her face
through her brown gossamer veil, he ut
tered sudden exclamation, and in a mo-
ment was pulling off his hat and holding
out his hand and speaking her name in
very evident emotion.
"Mr. Bretton" said Sibyl heartily. 81
am very glad indeed to see you again!-
We're you coming to meet met And did
aunt Anna send you3 That is capital
We can walk home together if You don't
mind calling at the butchers first"
81 will go the bakers and candlestick-
makers as well if you will let mel cried
Mark, who was utterly taken aback by
the splendor of Miss Kennedy's ripened
loneliness, even as seen through brown
veil.
He had left her a girl, child. He
came back to find her-what2 Words
failed him, even in fancy, as he looked
upon the pretty young creature who was
smiling so kindly upon him. He forgot
to let her little brown-gloved hand go; he
f,l ha, ~ ,,.f
way that he had come back to Rookwood
to meet his fate, and great new gladness
sprang to life on the instant in his honest
heart.
SLOW did you think aunt Anna was
lookingY" Sibyl was asking with some
anxiety. "Her cold has pulled her down
little just now, but really think there
is nothing the matter with her except
that she has been good deal worried of
late about Clement-my cousin Clement"
sis he at home thcni" asked Mark, with
some eagerness.
"No-oh, no! Clement never comes
home. He prefers to live abroad, 1 be-
ieve."
81 met him-did you knowH-at Monaco
last winter, when my father and l were in
the South of France. found him very
agreeable fellow"
Il dare say" Sibyl sighed-Clement
had never proved very agreeable fell
low to the family at the Rectory.
ale spoke-Or rather. to be honest, l
spoke-of Lady Anna, and-and of you,
Miss Kennedy; and Lansing seemed very
much delighted with all my "reminiscences
of dear old lockwood"
"Did he2" Sibyl could not force any cor
diality into her voice.
ESPECIALLY about Percivars chair, you
know, and all our old squabbles on the
subject. Blythe way, found out"-Mark
colored and hesitatcd-"that | had been
mistaken in supposing that Percival was
really your brother. Miss Kennedy"
"Did you suppose sol" returned Sibyl,
with grave sweet smile which Mark
never remembered TO have seen on her
face before. Il thought you knew of
course, that he was aunt Annals SON."
sand is his chair to stand between us
still 7" urged Mark little efficiently.
Sibyl shook her head.
THAT was only a little lit of nonsense"
she said with II smile and sigh TO the
old light-hearted days. Il have some-
thing more sensible to think of now, Mr.
Breton"
"You always were very sensible" de-
Cla!"d the young man very stoutly.-
"Don't you remember how you used to
laugh me out of all my ridiculous love-
sick aii.si'
"Did II Oh, about your cousin Kate,
You mean! Then you are not broken
hearted after all 7"
ado ! look like it2"
"Not in the least, must confess. But
how many times have you fallen in love
since thenY That is the question:
"Never since them" he answered with
sudden seriousness.
But Sibyl laughed, shaking her fair
head again. She was recalling Percivars
dear foolish jealousy of this dear good
fellow, this curly haired. blue-eyed, com
monplace Mark Breton, and wondering
how any one so clever as her cOusin-lOver
could have entertained such an absurd
idea.
"Mayn't 1 carry that music-roll for
you" Mark was saying; and he took it
from her with the words.
II have been taking my lesson from
dear old Miss Saxon" explained Sibyl.
"a music-lessonf" Mark looked puz-
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